Using only the 420 characters provided to you in a Facebook status update, construct a story.

Any story you wish, but your ideas should be conveyed in sequence as much as possible.

You are only allowed one entry per day.

I'll be posting what I've done so far, and I'll make updates as appropriate. For those of you who have been following this on my Facebook thread, I have cleaned up some of my flubs. For posterity's sake, all the originals are still on my page.The countdown makes sense if you follow -- you know what, that's a lie, the countdown has never made sense. Just go with it.

11JUL10

Day 704... With deep regret but unwavering
resolve, he throws his remaining forces into the breach. No reserves; no hope
of reinforcement. Without fail, this last desperate gamble will result in
either a Glorious Victory, or the absolute and utter destruction of the
Rebellion.

Day 703... It was then, in his darkest hour,
that he finally understood. "We are the dead." Yes, we are, but our
deaths are not meaningless. Surrounded, betrayed, exhausted, yes he was all of
those things. But defeated? Beaten? Never, dear reader. Not as long as the
dream of Rebellion continues to live on in the hearts and minds of every oppressed man, women, and child.
"We are the dead; they are the future."

Day 702... He had never before believed in
miracles, but on that fateful day, when he was at last on the verge of being
thrown back into the howling night from whence he had first arrived, there came
a sudden crash like thunder. In absolute disbelief, he turned his eyes
skyward...

Day 701... Like Valkyries, they burst forth from
the darkness.Gunships, fighters, bombers, drop-pods, and,
silhouetted against the night sky, the hulking figure of the Glorious
Victory, flagship of the Rebellion. Salvation, it would seem, was at
hand.

16JUL10

Day 700... The command deck of the Glorious
Victory was a-buzz with activity. JOs bustled back and forth between stations,
reams of data screamed across uncountable screens, and in the midst of it all
stood a man whose legend was known to every Legionnaire of the Rebellion.
Pacing slowly back and forth with a hand on his signature cutlass; CAPT Blood
had returned.

Day 699... Despite the utter chaos around him,
Blood seemed almost at peace as he studied the tactical display before him. Two
cruisers had just entered the atmosphere 30 Km off his port bow. A shadow of a
smile touched the corners of his mouth."'Left-tenant' Dodd, flank speed. Prepare the
ship for broadside engagement."

Day 698... "Aye, Captain, engines answering
flank speed," replied the LT. "On which side are we expecting to
receive damage, sir?"Blood didn't respond at first; he was calculating
something on a holo-display in front of him. He slowly turned to face Dodd. For
a moment, it almost seemed as though a spark of fire flashed across his eyes."All sides, 'Left-tenant'. All sides."

Day 697... Blood quickly turned back and
finished his calculations, balled up the holo-screen like a piece of paper, and
threw it over his shoulder at Dodd."Here, use these firing solutions. Distance to
targets?""Uh, uh, uh, 15 Km, sir," stammered Dodd.Blood turned back around and cracked a smile at the
fear in the LT's eyes. "Don't be scared. I've done this
before."

Day 696... Dodd un-crumpled the firing solutions
he'd been thrown. On his way over to input them into the targeting station he
took a glance at them."Sir," he said, turning back around,
"this is insane. There's no way we'll survive this.""Which is exactly," said Blood, "why
they won't be expecting it."He continued, laughing,
"Like I said, I've done this before."

22AUG10

Day 695... On the ground, the tide was turning.
Fresh bodies poured off gunships into the fray. Close-in-air-support
obliterated enemy fixed positions, clearing the way for newly dropped in armor
to roll forward. His forces advancing on all fronts, Brigadier General Wolfe
took a brief moment of respite. Again, he turned
his eyes skyward, and wondered just what the hell Blood was thinking.

Day 694... "Rubber Ducky, get me a line
through to Blood," said Wolfe, still staring at the sky.Ducky popped his head out from under a wrecked comms
terminal. "You're synced in right now, General.""Am I? So, I just talk and he'll hear me?""Assuming your throat mic hasn't been
destroyed, yes.""So, that's a no then...""... No, probably not, sir."

Day 693... "Get me a radio, Ducky,"
said Wolfe as he started toward the nearest tank. "My ride's here."Ducky grabbed the nearest hand-held and trotted after
Wolfe quickly programming it to contact the GV's
bridge."Here, sir, a direct line," he said
handing Wolfe the radio.Without a word, Wolfe took the radio and walked off. Looking up, he depressed the transmit button.
"Nice of you to drop by, Captain."

Day 692... Blood turned to face the audio
speaker that had zipped across the deck to float at his side. "Is that
you, Wolfe? I thought you were dead.""No such luck. Mind telling me just what the
hell you're doin'?""Something I fear you've not been able to
do," said Blood, turning back to his tactical display."And that
would be... ?"With a devilish grin, he whispered,
"Winning."

Day 691... Wolfe glared daggers at the radio,
prepped himself to yell something, then suddenly decided against it and instead
said, "Good luck with that."Without a second thought, he casually tossed the
radio into the path of the nearest tank treads, spun around, and called out,
"Axel.""Here, sir," called back LT Axel."Have that new Arty shell the pass on our
right. Keep that infantry boxed in.""Can do, sir."

Day 690... In one swift motion, Wolfe stepped
forward, hoisted himself up onto the nearest tank, slapped the hatch, and
yelled, "Roll out!" Barely audible over the roar of the engine was
the crunching of the radio he had discarded.Ducky, clipboard in hand, was watching Axel set up a
SATCOM dish."He just destroyed that radio.""He sure did," replied Axel without
looking over.

Day 689... "Please tell me our beloved
General did not just drive off on the back of a tank, destroying a $30,000
radio," said Blood.Dodd looked up from his console at the holo-screen
in front of Blood which was replaying the event in an infinite loop.
"Looks that way, Captain.""Excellent," he muttered, closing the screen with a wave of his hand. "Distance to targets,
'Left-tenant'?"

Day 688... "2,000 meters, sir."Blood studied the display intently, and whispered,
"Give me manual control.""What?""The ship. I want manual control of it.
Now."Dodd hesitated for a moment, "... Aye, sir.
Control is yours. May I ask why you feel the need to be in control of the ship
at this moment, Captain?""You may ask, but I doubt you'll receive an
answer."

Day 687... Multiple holo-displays appeared in
front of Blood. He fluidly manipulated the controls for the ships speed and
bearing. "'Left-tenant', how many navigators in this galaxy would you
trust to lead a camel through the eye of needle?""I trust you to survive this, sir, but only
because you've done it before.""Survival is
not my objective," he said, slowly increasing the speed. "Victory
is."

Day 686... As the Glorious Victory
began to pass between the two cruisers, the ship started to shake with the
impact of high-explosive shells. The longer it went on, the worse it got.
Damage reports began flooding into the bridge, but Blood did nothing. Still
staring at the holo-display he said, "Engage voice recognition, authorization code 0546. Disengage safeties.
Standby to fire on my mark."

Day 685... The shaking intensified. In a shower
of sparks, a piece of shrapnel burst through the bulkhead, coming to rest in
Blood's left shoulder. He never flinched; his hands steady on the helm, he
stared at the tactical display, waiting for his ship to be in the precise
position. With a sudden jerk of his right hand
the ship's momentum died, leaving it stationary for a fraction of a second."Fire."

Day 684... A volley of high-explosive shells
slammed against the broadside of each cruiser, impacting in sets of two. Each
set was followed by a single armor-piercing, delayed-fragmentation shell. The
resulting internal explosions cut the lines of communication between the
reactors and the rest of the ship. The engines
of both cruisers went dark.Blood looked around. The shaking had stopped.

Day 683... Emergency generators powered on to
maintain vital systems, but they couldn't provide enough power to the engines
to keep the ships in orbit. Blood watched as gravity and inertia dragged both
cruisers toward the planet.He smiled, "All batteries, open fire. Kill them
all." The helm's holo-display disappeared. "'Left-tenant',
report; have they found it yet?"

Day 682... The tank rumbled to a halt. Wolfe
jumped down to the ground and looked up at the two cruisers slowly falling
through the atmosphere, being torn to pieces by the Glorious Victory's
relentless bombardment.A tired-looking man in a uniform with no rank
designators was directing a group of technicians as they worked to open a strange door."Commander, report."

Day 681... The man stopped, looked around, then
realized he was being spoken to. "Oh, right, of course, 'Commander', yes,
well," he said gesturing toward the door, "we found it.""I see. And...""Oh, and we're getting it open. The power supply
is archaic at best. We should be able to splice in a battery or
something."

Day 680... "Very well," said Wolfe,
walking toward the door. There was something familiar about it. A sense of Déjà
vu seemed to emanate from it, striking him as a wave strikes a rock. He had
seen it somewhere before, but there was no logical explanation as to when or
where."Sir," said a technician kneeling near a control panel, "we have power."Wolfe stood before the door and whispered,
"Open it."

Day 679... The gear-like dial in the center of
the door spun to the left as the sides unlatched, allowing the whole door to me
draw upward into the frame. As Wolfe took his first steps inside, florescent
lights powered on in rows, illuminating the cavernous chamber."Looks like we tripped an auxiliary power
supply," said the tech from around the
corner.Wolfe couldn't hear him. It had all come rushing
back at once.

Day 678... He walked briskly toward an ancient
computer terminal. With a deft movement he powered it on and began searching
through the directories. After several moments he called out, "Commander,
have your men secure Level 2, Section C."The 'Commander' waved a handful of techs forward,
then advanced until he was a few feet from
Wolfe. "Should we set scuttling charges?""Yes. Are the drop-ships inbound?"

Day 677... "Should be 10 minutes away,
sir.""Good," said Wolfe, scrolling through
screens filled with numbers. "Secure this data before we leave.""The data, sir? Why?"Wolfe moved aside and allowed the 'Commander' to see
the screen. His eyes widened in understanding. They'd finally found it; a
veritable treasure trove of information.
Answers at last."Knowledge is power, 'Commander'."

Day 676... "Captain, new contacts
inbound," said Dodd.Blood manipulated his holo-screen to zoom out to a
system wide view. There were, indeed, several large, angry, red triangles on
course to jump in-system within the next 15 minutes."Take us out of the atmosphere. Have we pulled
out all our forces yet?""No, sir, we still have a few isolated units fighting to reach their
LZs... and the artifact."

Day 675... The Glorious Victory gathered speed as it prepared to break through the
clouds, forcing its way into the great beyond, tardy drop-ships chasing after
it."High orbit achieved, sir. Still tracking
numerous, hostile warships inbound. Time to deceleration, 12 minutes.""How many left on the surface?""All units airborne.
All drop-ships should be secure in the hanger within 10 minutes."

Day 674... Blood did a quick mental calculation.
If only they had more time, he could make a clean get-away. After several
attempts without a satisfactory solution, he gave the only order that had a
chance of saving his ship."Man all auxiliary and emergency generators.
Divert power from all non-essential systems to the mass-driver. Prepare firing solutions for all possible
entry coordinates."

Day 673... As Wolfe marched down the long
passageways to the bridge, Axel in tow, the lights suddenly flickered, stopping
him dead in his tracks."That Son of a Bitch. Has he lost his damn
mind?""He shot his way through a blockade and came to
our rescue, sir. I'd say he lost his marbles long before now," said Axel.But Wolfe had
already taken off at a run. Hopefully, there was still time.

Day 672... "Warm her up, 'Left-tenant',"
said Blood, his eyes trained unblinkingly at the tactical display."Belay that," called out Wolfe, charging
onto the bridge.Blood spun around with a quizzical look on his face.
"Belay that, 'belay that'."Dodd hesitated at his station, confused."Power down," Wolfe insisted. "We have what we came for, and now we need to leave."

Day 671... Blood looked unfazed. "Even if
the artifact is secure, we can't escape before they arrive. We only have an
advantage if we fire on them before they can respond. 'Left-tenant'?""60 seconds to deceleration."Wolfe smiled and almost laughed. "Gloria,
engage stealth systems, authorization code Alpha-Alpha-4-8-9-2."A smooth, female voice replied, "Authorization
code accepted. Engaging stealth systems."

Day 670... Blood looked around, confused.
"Stealth systems? We have those?"Dodd looked up from his screen,
"Apparently."Wolfe walked to the center of the command deck.
"Plot a random course home. Jump on my mark. Blood, get your ass down to
Medical; you're bleedin' all over yourself.""Am I?" he said as he looked down at the shrapnel in his left shoulder.
"'Left-tenant', how long has that been there?"

Day 669... ADM Shark didn't understand it. His
ships had scanned the system 3 times, yet there was no trace.He paced around the bridge of his flag-ship, the
Goliath, going over the sequence of events in his mind. He'd had them cornered;
no time to escape.As he passed one of the bay windows, a pin-prick of
light caught his eye. A shadow, zipping off into the vast reaches of space."Sneaky Son-of-a-Bitch."